Depression lies. It batters my soul and squashes my self-esteem. It’s relentless and it’s exhausting. As it pounds me into my deepest darkest valley I give up. It’s an overwhelming weight that appears to have no end in sight. Depression makes me think there is never going to be another day of happiness for a long, long time.
Depression is a cruel master who seeks to destroy the joy I crave. It robs me of reason and fills me with doubt. How convincing it is. How deadly it is. However, I know it won’t last and I’ll recover but the wait is frustrating.
Depression lies it does so in such a convincing manner I believe I am no longer good enough to be alive. As terrifying as this thought is I try to tell myself I will get better.
Depression lies. It convinces me I’ll be unwell for a long time. I am ready to give in but I have to keep hanging desperately on to the hope I will get better. Without this hope I am dead.
Depression lies! My life is worth fighting for. This is the hope I cling on to.
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